Stealing Robin update (Patreon)

With surprising care, but shocking speed, Batman ripped the headband from Dick and tossed it aside. Instantly, his senses cleared into muddiness—the clear-cut precision of his devotion to Oswin suddenly replaced by confusion and shock.

While he recovered, Batman went to the closet. Bruce Wayne stared at him with terrified eyes, struggling against his bonds even harder than he had before. Batman regarded him for a moment, then knocked him into unconsciousness with a single curt chop of his hand.

“Tommy Elliot,” he said. “Another impersonation game while Ra’s al Ghul put me through my paces in Nanda Parbat. Retaliation for marrying his daughter. I only just escaped.”

Talia strained to cover herself, wrapping a bedsheet around her body. “Then you’re… really you? That was all… him?”

Working together, Oswin and Edie finally managed to get the door open. Batman clocked them, running off with their arms still trapped. “We can discuss this later. First, we’ll deal with them.” He quickly stooped to zip-tie Selina’s arms, then jerked his head up at Dick. “Can you make sure she doesn’t escape?”

Dick’s head was clearing. He was able to dry-swallow all the turmoil he felt. “Yeah. Of course.”

“Good.” He proceeded after Oswin and Edie at an orderly pace, another Batarang drawn. They wouldn’t get far, tied up as they were, but he wouldn’t take any chances.

Talia wrapped the sheet more securely around herself. “Wait, beloved! But was it you who married me? Answer me!”

She followed him out the door. Dick was just able to stagger across the room. He closed the closet door on Tommy Elliot, then the bedroom door, silencing the sound of the four’s footfalls. Leaving him alone with Selina.

Dick rubbed his sore temples as he regarded her. She offered him a sunny smile.

“Funny how things turn out,” she opined.

“Funny how you’re always standing when the dust clears,” he retorted. “Doesn’t it ever get old, playing both sides?”

“Now, now—who doesn’t like a girl that plays for both teams?”

Dick was humorless. He picked up the headband they’d used to control him. He imagined this had been a test run. If they could make the Boy Wonder turn on his partner, then every bank president in the country would have no problem opening their vaults up.

Dick examined the device while Selina struggled vainly against her bonds. A mite tight, but just not tight enough to be really—enjoyable. Then Dick put the device on her.

Suddenly, Selina was horny. God, she was horny; she’d never felt so horny in all her life! It was as if some dam had broken inside her, and the low-key vibration of her innermost needs had come flooding into her mind full-force, sweeping away anything else she might try to focus on.

She had found it hot—having Dick strung up, under her control, watching him sweat and strain to resist her influence. Now she desperately wanted him like that for just one more minute… to straddle his chiseled body, feel the heat of his feverish intensity burning between her legs… On her large breasts, her nipples stood out stiffly through her bra and catsuit, and she could feel a heated liquidness in her panties, pulling the crotch of them to her cunt.

“What are you doing?” she moaned as her pussy itched and throbbed, a wild animal ready to feast. Forgetting her bonds, she reached down to rub at her aching cunt, but couldn’t move her arms. Horny, so fucking horny…!

“You have such nice tits, Selina,” he said calmly. “Strutting around with your zipper half-down all the time, you must be proud of them. Don’t you want to show them to me, Selina? Don’t you want to know if I like them?”

Selina’s breasts felt like they were on fire, burning, surging in their cups. She could feel every inch of their intersection with her bra, every filament of lace touching her skin. It didn’t hurt, it didn’t itch, but it was a cold substitute for the air she could feel only stuffily, touching her flesh with the sides of its hands.

A vivid picture of Dick’s cock flashed before her eyes—it was big, it had to be big—and her breasts burned ever hotter as she opened her mouth, mentally feeling its presence between her lips. It made her cunt throb, feeling how hungrily she wanted to wrap her lips around that fat, swollen cock, suck on it until she had all of its treasure.

No matter how good it felt, Selina tried to push the obscene, merciless lust out of her mind. It was completely out of her control, though. No thought could gain traction on a mind filled with thoughts of Dick’s body, how it might interlock with hers, what he might touch and how he might touch it. She couldn’t think of anything but him, couldn’t feel anything but her wet cunt. She actually blushed shamefully.

“Do you like my tits?” she whispered, her very words seeming to caress her throat lewdly as she spoke them.

“Don’t know,” Dick replied, his curt words cutting into Selina. “Kinda hard to remember when you’ve been brainwashed.”

“Please…” Selina wiggled her chest, the O-ring of her zipper jangling like jewelry, catching just a little sprocket of light. “Please look at them. I think you’ll like them—tell me you like them!”

He took hold of the O-ring and pulled on it, the sensation as satisfying as picking away a scab, a surge of air rushing in and prickling her breasts—a cool tongue whetting its appetite on them. Selina moaned deliriously… he was pulling weakly at the zipper and it was barely obeying him, traveling the great swell of her cleavage in fits and starts. Like he couldn’t quite get over the straining hills that so distorted her leathers. She looked down helplessly, seeing her breasts trapped in their bra, the pulling leather, the zipper still not over the half-point. The cool air was maddening on them—making their hidden undersides seem even hotter.

“Please!”

Dick pulled hard, the muscles in his arm clenching, and the zipper poured down her bosom, letting her breasts pop free, break open their leather encasement. They pushed her suffocating catsuit far apart, jiggling with their release, and Selina moaned again, louder, more hungrily. Her bra now. All that was left was her bra.

“Take it off,” Selina begged. “Look at my nipples, they’re so hard…”

“Because of me?” Dick asked. “Whoa. Whoa, that’s really slutty, Selina. Getting so excited by a eighteen-year-old boy. Being a slut for him. You are a slut for me, aren’t you Selina?”

“Yes, I’m so—“

“And your nipples, they’re so sensitive. Just like your breasts. It’s all so sensitive, that if I just touched them, even through your bra—“

And he ran his finger across the cup of her bra, following the underwire, barely pressing on the skin underneath. Still, Selina cooed, legs pressing together, thighs melting into one heated cusp of pressure. Her sex was positively dripping—so ready for cock, so ready for him.

“You could come from that, couldn’t you?” Dick asked, pulling a little at her bra, exposing an edge of her areola, the gentle parting of the air around her breasts a stroking, the feel of his eyes on her most sensitive body part like a promise that she would come, that she was coming already she was such a slut for him. For eighteen-year-old Dick Grayson…

“Anything for you,” she groaned, biting her lip now. It was horribly insensate in comparison to her breasts, her swollen cunt—she could draw blood from her lip and still barely feel a thing. She needed Dick touching her. That was the only thing that mattered.

Dick reached down to her hand, trapped at by the zip-cuff, and teasingly pried a finger backward. She tensed, fearing he would break it, but he heard her groan. She was turned on by how easy it would be to hurt her.

Instead, he ripped her glove off her hand. Brought the clawed fingertips up to her bra, cut through the front of it, marking her cleavage with little white bites. Selina moaned again, louder. He could smell how wet she was, the scent mingling with her leather. He threw the glove down on the ground, carelessly mashing it under his boot as he stepped closer to Selina. Her breasts were totally exposed, bulging from her catsuit, sweet and lovely, lily-white with nipples almost as dark as her leather. More than enough for his tastes. An overstocked supply of flesh to occupy his hands and mouth. Pushing out of her catsuit, turning its latex-smooth perfection into rumpled bands of fabric slackly surrounding her tits, like petals around a flowerhead.

His lips coursed over her quivering, jiggling breasts, followed by his teeth, then his tongue. Driving her wild, because on the generously proportioned mounds, there was plenty of room to excite an area of skin and then avoid it. Lick this, nibble that, kiss there. Never enough to really amount to anything, just a series of footholds, a series of feints against her sensitive pleasure centers. Then he opened his mouth wide, taking as much of her left breast into his mouth as he could, sucking hard on the marshmallow pillow he now possessed. Selina crooned in this, her first real pleasure.

Razor-fast, he whipped to her other breast, biting into the virgin territory. It was already fraught with anticipation, waiting to be touched but unaccustomed to sensation. Now the feeling in it went taut, Selina embarrassedly whimpering with pleasure as pain and delight rippled through her body in equal measure. Dick’s tongue probed hard against the dark nipple topping her billowy teat, while his other hand rolled up Selina’s bonds, playfully pulling on them to give slack to her writhing. Before she could use it to get free, he’d abandoned them, taking his hand to her unoccupied breast. His fingers dug in almost brutally, the soft pliable flesh seeming to demand being manhandled, wearing the red imprints of his touch with pride.

Before she could become too inured to that, Dick’s mouth left its perch, his attention shifting to the silken skin lying between her enormous breasts. Selina crooned again as his tongue lathed over the sensitive, tender area where her own claws had bit, shifting her weight against him, arms twitching in an attempt to hug his pleasuring mouth to her. Dick roughly pushed her back, slamming her into a wall, holding her there as he worked his prolonged kiss across the pleasurable valley, let a series of toothy indents up the sleek contour of her left breast. He took her nipple again, leaving no doubt who had taken possession of her body.

“Fuck me!” Selina gasped, twisting beneath his mouth’s endless assault. “I want to feel that cock of yours—please let me feel it!”

Dick denied her—taking hold of a fat nipple and twisting it, grinding it between her fingers, the pain was bracing as ice-cold water, Selina panting as the immensity of the sensation grew and grew and grew, she found herself crying out, she found herself screaming into the darkness of her closed eyes as she came, a sharp hard spasm in her cunt, then the softness of the warmth flowing through her loins, her body, most especially her sweetly aching tit.

“Let’s see what else you can come from,” Dick leered as he threw her to the ground, Selina landing painfully on her ass, but with an aroused moan at his intention.

He pounced on her, bearing her to the ground, then scrambling up to straddle her chest, her trembling body locked between his legs. He was seated just below her bulging bosom, upon the bolo that still pinned her arms to her sides. Dick groped her breasts again, leaning forward to flatten them against her chest, Selina growling as her arousal flared up with his stinging touch.

Then he forced them together, watching how they squished in on each other until the nipples almost touched—relaxing his grip so they sweatily washed out of his hands, bobbling back to their naturally buoyant poise. He lowered his palms again and began a heady, sensuous massaging of her tits, boxing them in with nowhere to hide from the games his fingers played. He worked them to his heart’s content, her breasts quivering like jelly as he molded and sculpted the resilient flesh to Selina’s continual, sighing approval.

“Please, hurt me some more,” Selina pleaded, in an almost drugged delirium—pleasure and the removal of pleasure like a rush of endorphins to her. “Punish me harder! Make me come again! Even if I haven’t earned your cock—I wanna come again!”

“If I let you loose, would you help me fuck those big tits of yours?” Dick asked.

“I’ll do anything, anything!”

“You’ll beg? Beg for what you don’t deserve?”

“Please, Dick, please—you want to fuck my tits, don’t you? You can! You can do anything you want to me—“

Dick slapped her suddenly, sharply. Selina’s head flew to the side before instantly returning to lock her gaze with his. Her eyes were dilated with arousal. “I know I can do whatever I want to you. You’re a slut. Aren’t you?”

“Yes… your slut…”

“So what do you want? What does my little slut need?”

“Your cock—between my tits. My tits will make you feel so good, master, I promise—!”

“And you’ll come? From me fucking your tits?”

“I promise! I promise!”

“You’ll take my cum all over my face?”

“Yes, master, yes!” Selina’s tongue was practically lolling out, she was so excited. “Just please, be rough with me, with my tits! It makes me so hot when you’re rough with me…”

“That’s because you’re a whore,” Dick said, and Selina nodded enthusiastically.

He broke her bonds and watched with some satisfaction as she added her own hands to his, groping her breasts together into a tight press. He hung above her, easing his hips forward to push the thick head of his manhood into the meeting of her breasts. He nudged forward, exhaling in satisfaction as he felt the pressure of her ripe breasts being overwhelmed by his cock. It was a fitting sheath for his cock, warm and soft and slick with sweat, feeling as deliciously tight as a woman’s cunt.

“You’re my whore,” Dick said, and he invaded in a powerfully surging thrust, plowing a tunnel for himself through her tightly held pillows. Selina gasped in surprised delight, Dick resting his hands to either side of her head, as he forced his way between her tits, the red crown of his cock emerging at the hollow of Selina’s throat. She looked down in open arousal, moaning with blasts of desire that raced through her body as she felt his cock fucking her sensitive breasts, burning so hot she could feel the heat through every atom of her tremendous cleavage. It was all she could think about. She had his cock fucking her. Maybe not in her mouth or her sex, in someplace where it could get her pregnant, but she was being fucked. She just knew it. She felt the difference. The time for touching, for groping was over. Now he was fucking her.

Dick clutched her hair, pulling hard on it to jerk her face around. Selina moaned in pain, but came back to herself. She looked up at Dick, sharing her wild-eyed excitement with him. And she shoved her tits closer together, kneading them in her hands. The tight confines closed in around his swollen cock, furnace-warm and pulsing with life. Dick could feel her soft flesh smothering his entire throbbing length.

“Good girl,” he said, and Selina actually blushed.

Now he anchored his hands on her head as she held herself ramrod-straight, her whole body pulled inward as he pistoned forward, taking trip after trip into the constriction of her tits. The friction of cock against breast was not decreasing, even though he could feel his own precum on the slopes of her tits. It was hot as ever, and he heard Selina join him in a fresh chorus of moans and groans.

He put his left hand on her jawline, leaving the other clenched in her hair. His thumb touched her bottom lip; the heel of his hand was on her chin. Eyes open wide, she sucked on his thumb, teeth biting playfully at the nail. He fucked her tits harder, his desire-gorged shaft battering at them fast and faster. Her breathing now came in volleys; short desperate gasps. He could feel them on the pad of his thumb. She bowed her back, lifted her tits up as if in homage, trying to capture even more of his manhood in her décolletage.

It worked. Again and again, Dick slapped home into Selina’s cleavage until the fire inside her could burn no hotter. Piteous cries of pleasure filled the room as she released his cock, now lost to twisting, writhing throes of need and fulfillment.

Dick didn’t care. Her wanton release only incensed him. He grabbed her tits himself, surging in and out of them, flagrantly abusing the channel between her breasts. Selina wailed in a high-pitched voice, unable to hide that she had been whipped into another shameful orgasm.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dick drawled to himself, now simply holding his cock in her cleavage and slapping her tits, revealing the ripple of her flesh against her cock, hearing Selina’s pained pleasure in every moan. He held Selina’s right breast in place with one hand, fingers catching her nipple, and spanked it with the other, while rocking his hips so his cock rubbed against her swaying tit. “You feel good, whore! Your tit feels so fucking good!”

“Are you almost there, master?” Selina was rubbing her thighs together, trying to conjure the heat of her cunt into an open flame. “Will you come in my mouth? I know you promised to come on my face, but come in my mouth too, please, please, I wanna taste your cum so bad--”

And she bowed her head, tongue lapping out to lick at his cockhead where it held forth from her cleavage like a bookmark.

Dick pulled away from her, leaving her desperately tonguing the air. “Don’t you dare try to make me come, bitch.”

And he caught her by the throat, playfully slapping his cock against her flushed cheek. Selina squealed in mock-fear of his punishment, tongue spilling out, trying to catch his shaft and cajole it into her mouth. She knew if she sucked it, she’d come again. She needed to come again. And again and again and again…

“I’m not sure you get to come,” Dick said, as if sensing her thoughts. “I’m not sure you deserve to.”

All Selina could do was beg for his benevolence, incapable of words at the horrifying prospect of being denied orgasm. She just mewled pathetically, opening her mouth in wide offering. If he’d just use her as a fuckhole—she knew it wouldn’t be as good as having him in her pussy, but it’d be good enough to make her come. More than good enough…

“I know what would make you come, though,” Dick continued, reaching down to ruffle her hair. “If I fucked you in the ass. That’d make you come hard. Make you squirt. You’d be a messy little slut by the time we were done, wouldn’t you?”

“I’ve never…” Selina exhaled softly. “Never been fucked in the ass.

“You’ll love it,” Dick said certainly. “You hate being an anal virgin. You’ve dreamed of Bruce fucking you in the ass for so long, but he never has. Don’t you want me too? Don’t you want your ass to be mine?”

Selina moaned. It sounded so good. Listening to it tasted good as chocolate. “You’ll make me squirt? You’ll… come in my ass?”

“Bruce wouldn’t. But I would. I’m your master now. I’m the only one who makes you come.”

Selina nodded. “Please make me come? Please fuck my ass like you fucked my big tits?”

Dick smiled abashedly. “You really need to come, don’t you? I mean, you’re just desperate to come. And the only thing that can do it is getting fucked in the ass.”

“Yes! I need cock! Your cock, not Bruce’s! I want to be your messy slut, full of your cum, your fucktoy, coming for you so hard!”

“Yeah, you need a big young cock. That’s how desperate you are to come. You’re willing to become a nasty slut to get cock in your ass, cum in your face. What sort of woman wants teenage cock in her ass so damn bad?”

“A whore!” Selina answered. “A whore who comes from having her tits fucked, a whore who gets off on being fucked by eighteen-year-old boys!”

“Goddamn right,” Dick said. “You’re goddamn right. Turn the fuck over. Show me your fucking ass. I want the whole world to know where you need to be fucked.”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Selina scrambled out from under him, pulling at her catsuit with both hands, cutting through it with the gloved hand, widening those cuts with her bare one, exposing her body in swathes of crystalline sweat glimmering on flawless skin. She was a picture of violent eroticism, her desperate arousal making her a sheer vision. She ripped off the last of her leather, all but her boots and her single glove, and laid splayed below him, hair mussed, body tingling with the beginnings of orgasm, her flesh shockingly desirous of being devoured by him.

Then she turned over, onto her hands and knees, her round ass displayed like some freshly picked fruit grown specifically for him, curving outward and then in on itself, a perfect circumspection of flesh that drew the eye over and in between, deep into the crevice where she awaited his cock.

“I’m Dick Grayson’s whore!” she shouted. “This is my ass and it needs his cock! I want to come for him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life!”

Dick dashed forward, actually getting a bit of a running start to slap her ass. Selina cried out, her excitement pulling at her so strongly, dragging her to an orgasm she just couldn’t reach. It was like trying to squeeze through a mousehole; everything she ever wanted just on the other side.

“A little louder next time,” Dick said chidingly. “After all, aren’t you proud of getting fucked by an eighteen-year-old?”

Selina was in a haze, all her body burning inside the handprint he’d left on her ass. “Spank me again, master—just the other cheek, please, it’s all I need, all I need to make me come—“

“You don’t get to come until I’ve fucked you in the ass though, remember? I know how badly you want to come, but you just can’t. Even though you want to so, so bad.”

Selina groaned in agonizingly wonderful frustration. Every time he said ‘come,’ she could feel her pussy flare. She would squirt when she came, she knew. She would come all over herself. When Dick looked at her, covered in her own juices, he would know how much she loved being fucked by him.

“Then put it in! Put it in, put it in, put it in!” She was on the verge of tears. “I need big cock so bad—!”

Dick dug into his utility belt, bringing out the lubricant canister that had come in so handy over the years, but never like this. He dolloped out a hunk of cold jelly onto his fingers, parting Selina’s offered ass cheeks, smearing her puckered asshole with the lube. She grunted loudly, feeling a depraved warmth spreading out from the tightness of her clenching asshole, coupled with a bitter irritation centered around his probing finger. She mewled in pain, to Dick’s delight, as he pushed his finger inside to coat her anus with lubricant.

“Can’t you take it?” Dick asked, mockingly polite. “It’s just my finger. How are you gonna take my big cock if you can’t even take my finger?”

He took his finger away, Selina groaning with disappointment as she looked over her shoulder to see him smearing lube all over his twitching cock. It shone brightly from his knob to the base of his shaft. All of it would be going inside her ass.

“I could do that,” Selina moaned. “I could do it with my mouth, even… you just pour that lube in my mouth and fuck my throat a few times to get nice and wet. Bruce used to do it—“

“You’re not fucking Bruce anymore. You’re fucking me. Or do you want to be Bruce’s bitch again?”

“No, I’m your bitch.”

“My anal bitch.”

Selina shivered in anticipation. “Your anal bitch.”